Mu Yunniang held a needlework basket in one hand and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear with the other, somewhat shyly saying, "Meng Niang, I, I've come to you for some needlework."
Yi Meng quickly patted the heated brick bed and invited, "Come on up. On a rainy day like this, there's nothing else to do but needlework. It's just as well you've come over, third sister-in-law, otherwise I'd find doing needlework alone quite boring."
Whether or not these were mere courtesies, they made people feel warm inside just hearing them.
Mu Yunniang truly envied her fourth sister-in-law. She's good-looking, educated, knows a lot, and most importantly, is articulate.
Unlike herself, who speaks as awkwardly as a gourd, never able to express what's on her mind.
Mu Yunniang sat across from Yi Meng and took out her own needlework.
